Luyện nghe bài hát What More Can I Say?

Are you not
Are you not
Is not why you're here?

Uh, uh, huh
the music up
Turn me
Guru, go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my
stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for long
hood
Or pop is hot
Or strong
With so different flows
ones for this song
The next one switch up
This one get bit up
fucks
To to make up shit
crazy
They don't pictures
just trace me
You know
Soon they forget who plucked
They whole style
And try to reverse the
I'm like,
I'm not a
I'm a
For and others
I say a big I'm only biggin' up my brother
up my borough
I'm big to do it
I'm that
Plus I know my own flow is
So the and things you sing about
em out
It's hard to yell when the in your mouth
I'm in, new
Deuce
A few
What more can I you
Let me it for you
L-I-E
Nobody truer H-O-V
And I'm for more
New York's
Minister back to finish my business up

What can I say?
more can I do?
I this all to you
I this much is true
My
(Look at my life)
(See I see)
more can I say to you
You it all

You already what I'm about
birds down south
Moving wet off the
Purple in the drought
on hoes
Brushing off my
But nothing on my clothes
my chain
My
H-O
Pitch the yea
Even if they patrol I payroll
paid for
Friends they
Private jets down to and Caheos
case loads
I don't a shit
Nigga one to live I can't let a day go
Bye
me being fly
Fresh to
Head to toe until the day I
And I wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my
Make a cipher
What more can I say Guru the beat

We gonna let this into the hook
snap my fingers on this one
What can I say to you?
Get my man on
go!
(What can I say?)

Now you know ass is
When got you in a mag
For like half a
And ass ain't Lilly

That mean that shit you write be illy
Either that or flow is silly
It's
I mean to boast
But if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act I ain't on they ads
The Stewart
That's far Jewish
Far a Harvard student
Just had the to do it
And no I'm not through it
In I'm just previewing it
This the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, two and I stop abusing it
To groupie girls stop false it
to the music
The roof is translucent
got a problem Houston
up be
They shut up me
down I
Not P.E.
ride
God me for my brash delivery
But I remember
What streets did to me
So me
these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me a pickiny
I literally
Kiss in the forehead
Tell her please me
Then squeeze until forehead
I'm not the one to points off
In
I got a joint to your points off

Hova the God nigga for me
I'm at the International
Ask for me
I never scared
I'm
You ain't never
Nigga why I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to come around here
nobody
Look what I
The of a hustler I really ran the street
I mine
That marketing was me
And no I get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta
But the real shit you get when you bust my lines
Add that to the I went plat a bunch of times
that by my influence
On pop
I supposed to be one on everybody's list
We'll see happens when I no longer exist
Fuck

(What can I say?)